Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage

Where Shall We Three Meet Again In Thunder, Lightning, Or In Rain? When The Hurlyburly 's Done, When The Battle 's Lost And Won

All's Well That Ends Well; Still The Fine's The Crown. Whate'er The Course, The End Is The Renown.

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

And Thus I Clothe My Naked Villainy With Odd Old Ends Stol'n Out Of Holy Writ; And Seem A Saint, When Most I Play The Devil.